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There were barely a few drops falling outside. However, the radio station felt warm. Or maybe Daryl was just paranoic. Either way, he knew John was feeling it, too.
"You do that so fine, John.. My word."
He placed his own hand on his friend's thigh, looking at him right on his eyes; waiting to see a reaction through them, trying to read him.
Got exactly what he wanted —and expected. A smile, accompanied by a reddening of the cheeks, while trying to play it cool.
But Daryl knew. God, he just knew way too much.
The headphones, after a couple of hours, had begun to bother Hall's ears. And both were incredibly exhausted at this point.
"Hit it, hit it babe." They had finally reached the top one.
"American top 40!"
They were already quite fed up with hearing that jingle. But it was, finally, the last one.
John knew his wife would be listening to the show and wondered to himself, almost ironically, if she noticed they were flirting. Who wouldn't, John? Come on.
Once they were done, they both exhaled loudly. They exchanged a few bright glances, and for a few seconds they felt like they were alone in there. —But they weren't.
The AT40 production had promised to take care of their return.
"Should we call one cab, or two?"
John laid his eyes on Daryl's body, and then looked straight into his eyes.
"One works for me. What do you think, Hall?"
"Sure." He said, smiling softly.
They said goodbye to the whole team before heading to the taxi.
Daryl told the driver his address. And then, he lay down on John's lap.
"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" Daryl said, trying to stay awake; making conversation with him.
"Something different, for sure.."
"You have a very nice voice. I mean, I knew that but.. Hearing you talk in there... Just.. Wow, y'know?"
"Yeah? You have a beatiful voice too, baby.
I mean, you've always been a better singer than me."
"That's not true! Don't play that card on me." He sat up in his place and punched him softly on the leg, just to lay down there again. John laughed but didn't counterattacked. It was nice to have Daryl all for himself. He laid his finger on his buddy's hair, hoping the driver would find that normal.
After a few minutes, they arrived at Daryl's house.
They got out of the car, and John took his partner's hand, checking no one was around to see them.
"I wanna kiss you."
"Do you, really?" He said, taking the keys out of his pocket, and opening the door. He rolled his eyes. Is he really doing that? God, he has been the whole day waiting- No. He has been the whole day craving it, and now he's just playing it cool? Be for real, Hall.
But John didn't wait a second. After crossing the door, he slammed it in desperation. He pushed the blond against the wall and began kissing him, Pulling Daryl's clothes, trying to get him closer.
Hall tried to push him away, and when he managed to get some air, he spoke.
"You're desperate." He said, like if he was any different.
"I know you are too, babe. Your body can't lie." John grabbed Daryl's boner, and Daryl couldn't help but let out a moan.
"Thought you were married." He said between agitated sighs..
"Am i?" john chuckled, trying to kiss daryl's neck but he would keep avoiding him.
Daryl started walking, leaving John with an unsatisfied taste. He rolled his eyes, laughing lightly. Then, D walked all the way through his house until he reached the end. He entered his room, non chalant.
John chased him around the house while he took off his jacket and shirt. It was so godamn funny.
They both felt that wave of electricity run through their bodies every time they touched each other. Forbidden love —and risk, was a combination they both desired.
John threw Daryl down onto the bed with force, landing on top of him. He looked right into his eyes, knowing he wanted to be fucked. He was almost begging with the way he was staring. Those eyes.. God. John began to unbutton his partner's pants. He took them off in a second. And the boxer too. Hall gave him this weird look.. John understood immediately. He took off his own pants as well, revealing his erection. Hall looked. He tried to pretend he didn't but Oates noticed. Such a jerk. Of course he's gonna look. He's obsessed with John's body. —actually he's just obsessed with John.
Daryl finally gave in. He tried to feign indifference, but his body betrayed him.
"Look at you. Already dripping." Daryl tilted his head at his friend's words, smiling; a little embarrassed. He leaned over as far as he could to kiss John, sitting in his place. Their tongues seemed to be fighting each other. The kiss made both of their erections grow. Daryl started to take off his shirt, and Oates helped him.
John threw D back onto the bed. The hair on his chest.. Oh my God. He looked at Hall's naked body in admiration, and took off his shoes. Daryl, instead.. Well.. He normally wears boots during intercourse, so this would not be the exception.
John couldn't stop staring at his dick.
"Stop staring, disgusting pervert." He tried to keep his tone serious, but his sketchy smile made it obvious that he was lightly laughing at his own joke.
"Oh.. But you like me staring, baby. Look how hard you are for me." And he winked at him. God.. He fucking winked. "You look so fine." Wow, so now he's the one calling him fine.
"Stop playing and just fuck me already, Oates."
John grabbed his lover's naked body with both hands and turned him over. Hall's face was hidden between the white sheets. John ran his fingers through D's hair, just as he had been doing moments before in the taxi. The only thing that had changed were his intentions. Hall's legs were together. John took them in his cold hands to spread 'em and Daryl seemed to shudder.
They were both desperate —and fully naked. However, John took a moment. A few seconds to appreciate Hall. The man he desired most in the world. He studied his long back.
His cold hands were almost afraid of damaging its perfection. In his eyes, Hall had been carved out of the sky with the greatest care possible. Daryl would never know how John felt during those four stupid seconds of staring at his back. —Daryl would never even understand how deeply John felt about him. Just in general.
Daryl, at that moment, the only penetration he could feel was the gaze that John was fixing on him, piercing his body. But before D could turn around or even say anything, John spat out his own hand.
"If it hurts, just tell me, baby." He ran his wet hand over his friend's body, lubricating it.
John's erect dick grazed Daryl's ass and penetrated it forcefully. John tilted his head back. His mouth opened and his hands planted themselves even harder on Daryl's head.
Hall felt his partner inside him and couldn't help but moan. He loved making noise for his best friend. They both enjoyed filling the room with sounds highlighted by the enjoyment and pleasure they were both subjecting themselves to.
John would pull out completely and then slam back in as if being inside Daryl meant everything. He'd leave both hands on his friend's waist, pulling him toward his own erection and holding him tight. That man really was his. Only his.
They'd both fucked often, for years. John had even confronted Daryl about it once, years ago. He asked him why, when he'd wanted to experiment with men, he hadn't chosen him.
Now, he chooses him. Always. Exclusively, even.
John doesn't even fuck his wife. He barely lets her perform oral sex on him, if she's lucky. He should never have gotten married, and he knows it; his body really belongs to Daryl. And vice versa.
Daryl sometimes seems too desperate and nothing more. John hesitates because he can't stop seeing the man as the most peerless work of art God created, truly worthy of being in some kind of heavenly museum.
Sometimes they talk about it after sex. They usually slip in lame excuses. They pretend they only did it to ease both of their desperation, relieving the stress as well.
Bullshit, John thought. They did it because they wanted each other. John knew it. And he knew Daryl felt the same. But of course, if Daryl wanted to play that game, fine. D could do whatever he wanted, and he'd go along with it. Just like always... But.. Maybe.. Just maybe.. Not this time.
John traced a sweet path with his hands on Daryl's back as he penetrated him hard. He pulled out his dick when he felt his partner begin to make that incomparable noise. Sure enough, Hall's precum was all over the sheets. John barely chortled. Daryl immediately turned around. He leaned, half-sitting, against the headboard of the giant bed in his room. He seemed outraged that John had just pulled out of him.
"Why did you stop?" Hall glared at him menacingly.
"Cause I like my food in my mouth." He chuckled again. He planted a kiss on hall's lips and began to go down.
"Oh, God," John kissed Daryl's erection. A soft, small kiss. His mouth wanted to travel down his thighs, but Daryl guided his partner's head back to his own need.
"Why the hurry, baby?" He managed to say between kisses, but Daryl only responded with stifled moans. John moved back up and began to lick his nipples. "It's not my fault you're that early in sex, you know?" He laughed at his own joke.
D hit him softly on the arm. "Idiot!" But John played it up. "Ouch! This is violence!" He exclaimed, pretending to be super offended. But after a brief silence, he returned to his flirtatious tone. "Didn't know you were into that."
"Shut up." Daryl laughed, and John went back to stimulating Hall's nipples with his tongue. Daryl is not really a fan of nipple play. "Can we skip this part, John?" He said, tilting his head back slightly.
"No can do, sir." For some reason, Oates loved kissing Hall there. He knew D enjoyed it too. At least a little... Come on.
The blond's fingers tangled with John's curly, black locks. Finally, he gave D what he wanted. He went down to his cock and stuck it all the way into his mouth. He knew exactly how to do it so Daryl would enjoy it.
Hall pressed hard. John seemed desperate for it, as if he'd been waiting this moment for a long time. He savored his partner's fluids like a reward.
"You're so fucking good at this." He arched his back and his legs began to tremble. John couldn't stop looking into Daryl's eyes. He knew his lover was truly enjoying this. Both hands gripped Hall's thighs, offering restraint. He squeezed hard. His fingers sank in as if it were a matter of life or death.
John continued sucking and playing with his tongue. He could feel Daryl's body preparing for climax. So did he. His mouth filled with Hall's cum. Daryl trembled. He trembled with pleasure. With ecstasy.
They had made a mess of the bed. Beneath Daryl, there was an incredible amount of fluid. John sat up, the semi-bitter taste still in his mouth, still swallowing the thick liquid that Hall had rewarded him with.
John masturbated over his partner, painting him white quickly.
"Now you are gonna have to shower." John laughed and threw himself down on top of him for a kiss. Now, he too, was covered in his own cum. D grabbed one of the sheets and wiped himself loosely. He did the same to his friend's abdomen.
Daryl ran a hand through his own hair. Oates shifted and pulled Daryl onto his chest.
"We don't have to pretend we only like to fuck each other." John was anxious when he said that. He really wanted to let him know that this wasn't an act of desperation. It was an act of admiration. Of love.
"What do you mean?" Daryl lifted his head slightly to look Oates in the eyes. He raised his eyebrow without even being aware of it.
"You're so stupid." There was a silence that lasted only a few seconds, but felt eternal for both of them. Daryl laughed softly. He kissed John hard.
"I'm gonna break up with her." He waited a few seconds. "And you know I'm fucking you because I... Because I like fucking you. Not because I'm desperate. And definitely not because I want to help you with the stupid stress."
He didn't know why he had said that. It sounded really stupid to say it out loud, especially since Daryl always claimed the opposite after fucking. John quickly regretted it. What if Daryl really felt that way? Maybe he had misinterpreted everything... Maybe the admiration and desire he had for D wasn't mutual.
All the thoughts piled up. He struggled to maintain eye contact and bit his inner lip. Daryl noticed and silenced all his thoughts.
"Okay," he barely whispered, nodding his head softly. He couldn't help but laugh. "I, also, like fucking you. And I'm honestly super glad you're leaving her. We're finally gonna be one hundred percent exclusive. Right?"
John was astonished. He opened his mouth to say something but instead he laughed with his partner.
"Yeah, babe. We're definitely gonna be exclusive."
Daryl yawned and settled against Oates's body. He never did that. They usually slept in the same bed, but without touching. He buried his head in John's neck.
Hall could feel, through his friend's breathing, the tension John felt when he realized he was going to sleep on top of him.
"Don't act stupid and hug me. Idiot." Daryl feigned anger. John wrapped both of his arms around the blond. He chuckled.
"Oh my god, be fucking nice. And hey, do i look like a pillow to you?"
"Mmhm.. You're so much better."
With both arms around Oates, Hall fell asleep. John felt the weight on top of him. He admired him for a few more minutes, happy that Hall was finally done with the fucking excuses. Happy that Daryl was finally letting himself be loved.